Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2018 12:03:32 -0500 From: Greg Stevens Subject: Leather Jacket Obsession - Chapter 1 Leather Jacket Obsessions Fiction by Greg Stevens This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious. Leather Jacket Obsessions -- Chapter 1 "I like a man in a leather jacket" I started my ad on Craigslist. "I am not into S/M or anything painful or dangerous" I continued. I stopped for a moment to think about what I really wanted. Let me back up a bit. I am bi married 40 years old. I am white, considered good looking and for a long time considered myself straight. The idea of being with a man never really occurred to me much. When I was about 20, I started to find myself getting excited by leather. Specifically, leather jackets. Any time I would go to the mall or any store that had leather jackets, I would start to feel something in my groin. My heart would race as the smell filled my nose and I had to go try on a jacket and feel the leather on me. The leather would make my cock rock hard in seconds. Eventually I saved up to buy my first leather jacket. I rushed home to slip it on over my naked body. I stood in the mirror and looked at myself. My dick got rock hard. Every time I had the chance, I would jerk off wearing it. I never talked about it to any woman about my interest. Once I got married, I never even discussed it with my wife. It just never felt right. I realize now, looking back that when I would slip on my leather jacket and fantasize that the other person wasn't a woman. I always built my jerk off session in my mind around the images of the male models. I remember the first time I noticed more than just the jacket; I was doing a search to check out some jackets. There was this heavy B-3 leather jacket. The type with the sheepskin fur trim. The model was wearing the jacket open and had no shirt on underneath. Something in the picture clicked and soon my hand was on my rock-hard cock stroking to what was on the screen. There was something about the way the leather looked over his naked torso that got into my head. I saved the picture and jerked off to it several times. Each time I jo'd I tried to tell myself it was the leather and not the guy, but something inside me felt like there was more. Whenever I had the house to myself, I would slip on my leather jacket, open the pictures I had saved and start to stroke off looking at them. I could imagine feeling the men in their leather jackets. Holding them close and even imagined making out with them while we both wore our leather jackets. What started as a fantasy soon became an obsession. I wanted to make out with a man in leather. I could not imagine I was the only one. But where would I start? I did not know any gay men and I really needed to be discreet. If my wife found out it would mean divorce and terrible embarrassment. I was fortunately asked to go to a conference in Denver. It was winter time, so I would need to take my leather jacket with me. Leading up to the trip I found a meeting site and started to chat with a few men. I started out trying to explain my interests in leather jackets but that did not go well. It seemed that as soon as the conversation was on leather there was the assumption that I was in to S/M or something extreme. Trying to explain it did not really work. I figured what might be a good start was to meet a guy and start somewhere. See if it was a fantasy or more than that. I started chatting with another guy and we set up a meeting. He was in Denver as well and his hotel was not far. We agreed to meet at his place at about 9pm. I dressed in my jeans, and button-down flannel shirt. I was nervous and considered changing my mind. Then I slipped on my leather jacket and the excitement of being next to a man in my leather overtook my fears. I arrived at his hotel at 9 and knocked on the door. "Hi, you must be Bob" he said extending a hand and leading me into his room. He was a nice-looking guy, about my age mid-30s. He was a bit shorter than me at 5'10 and he had a full dark, well-trimmed beard with dark hair. "Can I take your coat" he asked once inside the room. Ugg no I thought to myself. For this to work I want the leather on. "No, I am good right now, its pretty cold out" I said quickly. I sat on the sofa and he offered me a beer then sat on the chair opposite me. As we sat there drinking beer he told me he was bi and that his wife did not know. He liked to get off with another guy from time to time. I listened as he talked, and the conversation was very casual and comfortable. After about an hour I figured nothing was going to happen, and that he wasn't interested. I started to get ready to leave when I heard: "would you like a blowjob" he asked. I was taken back at how he just asked the question. "Um sure" I said cautiously, my mind was going crazy and my fantasy was going to finally happen. He got down between my legs and opened my pants. My hard dick sprang out of my pants and he took it in his mouth in one big gulp. This guy knew how to suck cock and my dick liked it a lot. I put my head back and closed my eyes as he worked on my hard dick. I ran my fingers through his hair as I buried my head near the leather jacket and sniffed the leather as he blew me. The combination of the smell and feel of the leather combined with his mouth on my cock drove me crazy. I had never experienced the full sensory effects and quickly I was getting ready to shoot my load. I tried desperately to pull him off, but he kept sucking and soon my cock exploded in his mouth. This still did not stop him; he continued to suck until he had every drop. Then it was over. I quietly panted as the orgasm subsided. Guilt and embarrassment mixed with great satisfaction and relief. My fantasy of getting blown in my leather jacket had finally occurred and now it was over. My mind tried to make sense of it. He stood up and offered me a towel to clean up. I took it awkwardly trying not to make eye contact. As I was cleaning up, I heard him ask: "Want to suck me" I looked up quickly as horror came over me. No way I was going to suck a dick. "No, I never..." I trailed off hoping he would not get angry and cause a scene. "Can you jerk me off then?" he asked. I wanted to get out of the hotel room without a scene, so I agreed. I stood up next to him and he pulled his cock out. I reached over and held it in my hand. His dick was hard and warm, and I started to stroke it. As I stroked him, he took my semi-soft cock in his hand and started to stroke mine at the same time. There was something about feeling his cock in my hand and his hand on mine that got me hard again. I closed my eyes as we jerked each other off. His breath started to get shallow indicating he was getting close. Then I felt it With my eyes closed he leaned in and placed his lips on mine pulling me closer to him. Shock, confusion, excitement, all hit me at the same time and just as my eyes popped open, my dick shot it's second load all over his pant leg. For a second, I wanted to punch him in the face and at the same I liked it. I grabbed the towel, cleaned off quickly, pulled up my pants and left the room as the whole image of what just happened hit me full force. I walked back to my hotel room. Images, thoughts, feelings all swirled in my head. I got into the room and went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw myself in my leather jacket and recalled what just happened. I sighed and realized that I liked it and I wanted more. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please support Nifty Erotic Stories. Your donations provide great stories. 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